chal meri scooty

Why is it so hard to say goodbye? Why cant things be forever and there never a need for us to make practical decisions! Why cant we be emotional and foolish and hold onto to things when its time to let go?

Today my brother sold my old scooty for 7000/-.He is proud of the fact that he managed to get such a “good” price. I avoid saying a formal “good bye” to my beloved partner for many a college day.

I have always been the kind who get possessive about the things I own…my tea cup, my room...my vehicle...my diary..The list of my loved things goes on.

I was promised a vehicle for scoring good marks in my SSLC exams. After nearly a year on my birthday an order was placed for metallic grey scooty.I first laid my eyes on the beauty on Nov16.I would have settled to just look at it….but, ride it-wow!

I slowly learnt to ride it...first in empty fields...then on empty roads...I remember my heart pounding when I first took a turn…and then slowly I started riding it on crowded roads.

Once the initial 1000kms were covered, I experienced the adrenalin rush of increasing the accelerator…and the pure pleasure of rushing wind against your face! It was my constant companion on my visits to various tuitions in different parts of the city. Rushing early in the morning to make it to the math tuitions…and sunsets caught after physics tuitions…every single time my scooty was with me.

I would talk to it...and sing songs…ask its opinion on my dreams…to me it was more real than many friends I had!

In my engineering days..I was popular for riding my scooty at breakneck speeds…and I was so possessive of it that I would shout at guys loitering in the parking stands if they leaned on my scooty!

Oh! So many cherished memories…riding “triple” with my two friends on sloping road..the engine turned off…my friends pretending to row and we would pretend that we were in a boat and we three would sing ”doni sagali munde hogali..”; road end conversations…and setting one mirror to check your face…and kissing it every night after parking it in the garage. The many days when I would drag it to the petrol bunk when it went dry and the night of my birthday when it broke down and my friend and me had to drag it for over 2 kms!

It was my lucky mascot…it could manage ridiculously high speeds...and somehow escaped undamaged from one bad accident…and rarely made me go to the mechanic.

But off late...it was rarely used...as I shifted to Bangalore…and now in a month’s time I would be moving to US...and I know that it would be unfair to leave my dear friend to spend lonely days in the garage.That was the reason I acquiesced to my brother when he suggested selling it.

My dear scooty, I hope you find a new friend in your new owner. Let him take care of you…make use of you…and admire you for the beauty you are.

But I doubt whether he will ever love you the way I did.

Godspeed my friend!